The Tender Beauty That Spring Was

Nothing makes one forget the stillness of a warm noon more than that memorable stroll with our sweetheart as butterflies gently flutter over us to be admired, making us remember the tender beauty that spring was. Everything around us emanates joy, harmony is seen everywhere in this forest, but peace isn't the only thing the traveler seeks, and surely bluejays can arise much curiosity with their songs that sound good to the ear. Walk with us on flowery paths, say hello to the timid squirrels with long, patchy tails; rosemary bushes are fragrantly sweet... to remind all the tender beauty that spring was.